Twisted Friendship: An MLP story

Twisted Friendship: An MLP story

Chapter 2: I did not wish for that

8 weeks ago...

October 30th

7:25 PM

Downtown Los Angeles, CA

Calypso Industries

Senshi Daniels, battered and bruised from Twisted Metal, arrives in front of a high rise building marked with a huge C logo in the middle. He glances at the structure as it over towers the Global Universe building in front of it and the Node Networks, Inc. on the right side. Within inside this colossal building is the man that created this event and most likely knows information about Stacey. It's time for the truth to be told.

The young man goes through the Main Doors but before he can meet up with William Sparks, he goes to the Security Desk where a security guard wearing a white uniform, black tie, and has a baton on his left side of his body is sitting in front of a computer monitor typing up his latest reports on today's activities.

“May I help you?” The guard asked still looking at the screen and not at Senshi.

“I'm here to see Cal...er...Mr. William Sparks.” Senshi answered. “I just won Twisted Metal.”

“Elevator, 230th floor, down the hall, and middle door.”

The stock car driver went into one of the ten elevators and pressed the 230th floor button. He was very anxious and a bit nervous to meet Calypso after meeting him months ago at a stock car race. All Senshi remembered was that after the disappearance of his sister and confronting Calypso, he was told to compete in the rich man's contest of car combat. Using his old Ford Mustang that he had for years, he was able to customize with machine guns and a chain gun. Upon entering the tournament, he gave his car the name Death Warrant as a message to all of his competitors that he is out to punish the ones who competed in the previous contest against his sister. He spent days on the race track practicing and mastering his driving skills and shooting abilities. When that day came to the annual Twisted Metal tournament, Senshi competed in all of them and was successful of destroying his opponents. From Sun Springs, CA in a Death Match to Black Rock Stadium to a Checkpoint race in Diesel City, Senshi was unstoppable. Though, he regrets that innocent people got in the line of fire and were killed instantly as they had no chance of escaping to safety but hopefully Calypso has a heart to send his condolences to the families of those victims as they were not part of the tournament.

After reaching the 230th floor, Senshi exits out of the elevator and walks down the hallway passing another Security Office on the right and a huge meeting room on the left. He continues walking down the hallway where he sees two big wooden doors being guarded by two security guards. He approaches the door as shows the two guards his ID and the guards gave him access to enter Calypso's office.

The inside of Calypso's office was rather amusing and well organized. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, a small wine cabinet at the room's corner, several bookshelves, a fish tank, a jukebox, a loveseat in front of a huge glass window pane overlooking Los Angeles, and a wooden work desk with a huge book, lamp, and computer. Once inside the office, something caught Senshi's attention. Adjacent to Calypso's work desk is a trophy case containing several different items that he is not too familiar with. However, these collectibles were left a description of what the item is along with a name of who it belonged to. There were two airline tickets from someone named Mike and the other named Stu; three red bricks from Simon Whittlebone, two voodoo dolls from Raven, a Flight 1745 black box from Agent Stone, an FBI ID card from John Doe, a rusty race helmet from Amanda Watts, and a boxing glove from Frank “No-Face” McCutcheon.

Senshi wonders where Calypso got these items from these people. Were they winners from previous tournaments or did these drivers lost a deal with Calypso? Besides these weird items, one item he didn't notice in the display caught his eye: a long, silver machete with bloodstains on it. He looks at the description and read it to find out that the machete belong to “Contestant #884: Marcus Kane.” Marcus Cane?!? That sounded too familiar as Senshi thought about it until his eyes bulge at the name again. It can't be the Marcus Cane, or in other words, Needles Kane, or to make things more frightening, Sweet Tooth! Senshi remembered from his fellow stock car drivers about the story of Marcus Kane. He was a family man that worked for an ice cream company and drove an ice cream truck around several LA neighborhoods delivering treats to kids. However, he had a much darker side as his personal demons got the best of him. One night, as the story goes, Marcus carved a demonic, smiling clown mask and set his head on fire as he puts the mask on his face. No longer was he Marcus Kane but rather be called Needles Kane or Sweet Tooth. He stormed into his family home and killed his wife and children. Days later, Sweet Tooth was arrested by the LAPD and sent to Blackfield Asylum where the demonic clown recruited several gang members to form his own gang The Clowns as they plan to break free from the place. A month after the capture and formation of the gang, Calypso went to the asylum and offered Sweet Tooth freedom...if the clown participated in his contest and won it that is. Whatever happened after the offer is left unknown as Sweet Tooth was never heard from again and his gang remained in Blackfield.

As he continues to look at the trophy case, a door is heard opening from behind and Senshi turns around to see who it was that entered. Standing in front of the doorway was the man that he met a long time ago that offered him to compete in his contest. He wore a black tuxedo, a red necktie, has a red handkerchief in his coat pocket; long, straight black hair, a gold ring on his right pinky, well groomed, and appeared to be in his mid-20s. He was William Sparks or also known as Calypso.

“Do you like my collection?” Calypso asked with a smirk. “If you're thinking about keeping one, they're not for sale nor to be traded as they are irreplaceable.”

After his speech, the rich man walked towards his work desk as the stock car driver approached the desk as well to collect his prize.

“Calypso!” Senshi spoke. “You remember what you told me when you came to the race track months ago, right?”

Calypso clasp his hands together and smiled. “Of course, Mr. Daniels. I never forgotten our last encounter before your race. How can I ever forget what you look like?”

“Before I ask you about my wish, I want to know: where did you get those collectibles from anyway? Especially Sweet Tooth's machete?”

The well groomed gentlemen took a deep breath and responded to the question. “I got them from previous contestants that won or failed the tournament. For example, the black box from Flight 1745 was from Commander Mason, the driver of Warthog. However, Agent Stone, the driver of Crimson Fury, was after the box in order to gain information for his secret organization. I put the two together in a Deathmatch to determine who owns the box...and Agent Stone was the last one standing.”

“And what about Commander Mason?”

“He...retired...and never came back to Los Angeles. He was never heard from ever again.”

“And what about Sweet Tooth?”

“That information can not be told as I fear for the safety of the citizens of Los Angeles. Even if I do tell you where he is and what is fate was after the tournament, Mr. Daniels, you will regret it!”

“Okay, I don't want to get into your personal life, Calypso. I'm here to get my prize.”

“Very well! What is it that you desire, Mr. Daniels? Money? A chance of stardom?”

“No! I want to know about my sister, Stacey Daniels!”

Calypso raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yes, I wish you tell about her after she won the last tournament. She texted me that she was on her way to see you and she never called me back in days. You know the whole ordeal! YOU TELL ME ABOUT HER RIGHT NOW!!!”

The rich man unclasp his hands and spoke with an evil smirk on his face. “Is that your wish, yes?”

“YES!!!” Senshi shouted in the room.

“Your wish,” Calypso said. “Is...granted!”

There was a moment of silence in the room and nothing has happened. Senshi stares awkwardly at Calypso as the rich man just sat there smiling with his hands opened and nothing has happened. Anyone inside the room can easily make a pin drop to break the sound barrier but still the question is in Senshi's case, did he get his “wish?”

“...Well?!?” Senshi asked Calypso who is still staring at the stock car driver with his weird smile.

“Your sister...”Calypso spoke. “Is...alive! She's living a good life in the south while living her dream as the owner of a horse ranch. Not only that, but sell food on the market for the rest of the citizens of a town she lives in. Making a lot of money so to speak.”

“...And?”

“...and...that's it, Mr. Daniels. Thank you for stopping by!”

Senshi was stomped. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait! I appreciate the fact that Stacey's alive but what I'm asking for is where can I find her!”

Calypso got up from his chair slowly, with his hands tied together behind his back, and walked towards the huge, back window pane that shows the city skyline.

“Your wish has already been granted, Mr. Daniels!” Calypso said. “Your wish was from me to tell you about her and how she is today. I am not allowed to give you anymore than what you bargain for.”

“Mr. William Sparks! I said...”

“The name...is Calypso!”

“Calypso! What I said is for you to tell me where I can find her! I didn't ask for a status report like everyone does on facebook but I DEMAND YOU TELL ME WHERE MY FUCKING SISTER IS NOW!!!”

Acting calm and enduring Senshi's rage, the rich man continued. “Temper, temper, Mr. Daniels. Such threat like that will get you nowhere in time. Why not sit down and we can discuss about next year's tournament? Would you like to have a drink with that?”

Calypso walks to a wine cabinet to his right and selects a large a glass bottle of red wine and two glass cups. He brings them both to his work desk and pours both cups with wine. He hands one to Senshi while taking the other for himself as he takes a seat in his leather chair.

“Shall we have a toast?” Calypso said with a smirk while holding his glass.

Frustrated of not getting what he wanted, Senshi takes the glass of wine and threw it near a painting of a medieval castle to the left of Calypso's desk. The glass broke on impact and spewed the red wine, almost getting the painting wet. Unimpressed with Senshi's rudeness, the rich man takes a small sip of his drink and sets it down. Making sure that the Twisted Metal winner is not noticing, Calypso pushes a silent alarm button underneath his desk and looks up to Senshi.

“My, my, Mr. Daniels.” Calypso said. “You have such quite a throwing arm. Maybe you should've joined the Angels as a pitcher than an underpaid dirt track driver.”

“Shove it up your ass, Calypso.” Senshi angrily said as slams his fists on Calypso's desk. “WHERE IS MY SISTER?!?”

SLAM! The main doors of the office opened and two security guards came in. Senshi turns his attention to the guards as they grabbed him and restrained him from trying to hurt their boss. The groomed man looks on still showing an evil smirk.

“YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, CALYPSO!” Senshi threatened. “I WILL KILL YOU! WHERE IS MY SISTER?!? WHERE IS MY FUCKING SISTER?!? CALYPSO?!?! CALYPSO?!?!”

“...They kicked me out and I was banned from the building.” Senshi told Det. Cade. “The last thing I saw before I got the boot was that Calypso was just sitting there smiling and chuckling like he won or something.”

Det. Cade nodded and cleared his throat. “Mmm-hmm. Now, tell me this: after you got kicked out of Calypso Industries, where did you end up to? Where does this lead to your disappearance from California and Calypso's as well? Are we getting to that right now?”

Senshi took a sip from his Pepsi. “Yes, we are getting to that moment right now. However, like I said, Detective, what you are about to hear...is exactly what happened...so...don't try to walk away like you had enough. Anyway, at around 9 PM that night, I went to one of the best bars in Los Angeles for a way to get myself drunk and make my life miserable. Things were alright, until...he showed up...”

Moon Light Bar & Grill. For over fifty years, it has been ranked in the LA Times as one of the best bars in Los Angeles with its finest use of beers, wine, and cocktails. The lunch/dinner menu consist of some delicious burgers, steaks, salads, tacos, chicken, desserts, and seafood. Definitely a place for anyone wanting to have a fantastic family dinner or just get away from personal problems.

Senshi, stressed out from twenty minutes ago with the confrontation with Calypso, sat at the bar counter drinking a small glass of Jack Daniels Old No. 7 whiskey. He began to pour more in but noticed that the bottle is near empty.

A bit drunk, Senshi looks at the bartender. “Hey Bob Moon, give me another bottle.”

Bob Moon, the owner of the restaurant and bartender, was concerned about Senshi's drinking. “Don't you think you had enough, son?”

“ANOTHER BOTTLE!” Senshi yelled. “Give me two of them, please * burp *.

The owner couldn't help but just nod to the response and gives the Twisted Metal winner two more bottles of Jack Daniels.

Senshi's Narration:

I could've asked for three more but I'm more aware of my health if I drowned myself with enough whiskey. I mean, that will make my stomach explode from the inside out and I'll never find out about Stacey. I'm such an idiot.

So I sat there finishing my second bottle...until some guy approached the bar and sat beside me. I took a quick glimpse at him and made out some details on what he looked like. He was about 31 years old, almost looks like an old middle aged man, 5' 8' and 165 lbs., black hair, and well built.

He asked the bartender for a Coors light as I drank more of my Jack Daniels...

...until he spoke to me...

...and told me who he is...

“Hey bartender!” the mysterious man said. “Give me a Coors light on the rocks!”

Mr. Moon nodded and went to grab a cup of ice with Coors light and gave it to this new guest. The stranger drank his cup and set his empty cup down. He turned his attention to Senshi who is sitting right next to him as the stock car driver just focused on his cup of Jack Daniels.

“Does that taste good, man?” The stranger said.

Senshi cocked an eyebrow and looks at the mysterious man. “Why does that matter to you?”

“Just asking, Senshi. No need to be down in the...”

“Wait, wait! How do you know my name? Who the hell are you?”

“Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Carl Roberts, but sometimes I'm called Buzz by my friends. I've been attending the Saturday Night Stock Car events for years and...have been quite a fan of yours.”

“Well...Carl...or Buzz, I appreciate the fact that I have a “fan” but why bother me at a time like this? Celebrities like to be alone when suffering through depression.”

Senshi fills his cup again and took another sip as Carl continued to talk to him. “Because...lets just say...that I've been following you. Not in a creepy, stalker way so to speak.”

“...Huh?”

“Er...I mean...I saw the whole Twisted Metal competition online via webcast...and you were in it. I've been cheering for you through the camera as my sis and I watch you defeat Thumper in the finals with the Death Warrant. Pretty awesome I say!”

“...Do you want an autograph...or do I have to ask you again to give me a good reason why you're bothering me?”

Carl frowned at Senshi's attitude but rather get to the point. “I came here to talk to you about Calypso. I participated in Twisted Metal years ago before you came in and won it here in Los Angeles.”

“Okay,” Senshi said unimpressed. “So what?”

“I came up to Calypso one day while driving in my police car...”

“Police car?”

“Yeah, I was the original driver of Outlaw. Should I mentioned that I used to work for the LAPD?”

“...Really?”

“Yes, I was. As I was saying, I drove into his parking garage underneath Calypso Industries where he was waiting for me with a bunch of his bodyguards and he said with a hideous smile, 'Since you won my contest, you can have whatever you want just by wishing for it.'”

He bit his lip and took a deep breath. “I told him that my wish was to live in world without Twisted Metal. All because that the competition is a huge blood bath and this city has the most casualties than any other disaster in the world. Lawsuits had been filed against Calypso Industries for years ever since the competition started but they've been thrown out the window as Calypso Industries was not to be blamed for the deaths. Therefore, it's the victims' fault that they died. Damn that Calypso and his company! All I want is Los Angeles to be safe and the families and their children to feel that there's nothing to be afraid of when they go into the streets.”

Feeling sketchy about this story though the lawsuit part was believable, Senshi asked Carl a question“...And...what happened after you made your 'wish?'"

“Right after I made my wish, he told to get inside my car and drive out of the garage...to a world without Twisted Metal and I told him, 'If you are lying to me, I'll be back.' So I drove out to what I thought was a much safer version of Los Angeles...but...”

The ex-LAPD cop paused for a moment before he can explained what happened next but he feared that Senshi might not believe him. The stock car driver, on the other hand, just sat there patiently and waited for a conclusion.

“...But...what?”

“...As...I drove out...I ended up in the worst place ever...I ended up...in deep space!”

Carl was hoping Senshi would believe his story and be amazed, however, what he gets is a denial and the sound of a frustrated groan from a depressed driver. He witness the driver leave a tip for Mr. Moon and walk out the door with an angry face.

“I'm outta here!” Senshi said. “And thanks for telling me a horrible bedtime story, officer!”

The disgruntled Twisted Metal winner storms out of the bar while his “fan” and former TM winner followed behind. Outside the bar, Senshi walks towards his car, Death Warrant, and tries to get in but is distracted when his name is called out.

“SENSHI, WAIT!” Carl hollered.

“Back off!” Senshi warned. “Get the fuck away with me, man! I don't know who the hell you are nor how you know about me but stay th...”

“Senshi, Wait! You don't want to leave just yet! You have to trust me when I tell you this!”

“I'm calling the police if you DON'T LEAVE!!!” He takes out his his cell phone from his pocket and begans to dial the numbers.

“I came here because I know what happened to your sister, Stacey!”

Senshi paused for second before he pressed the call button on his cell as he heard Carl say his sister's name.

“Look Senshi!” Carl said. “To tell you the truth, I'm not a fan. I'm a messenger sent here to bring you to the man who knows the truth about Calypso and he knows what happened to your sister.”

“What do you know about my sister?” Senshi questioned with a voice of concern and anger.

“I don't know about her...but he knows and I have to bring you to him.”

“Who?!?”

“...Who was it, Mr. Daniels?” Det. Cade said as he took down more notes on his notepad while listening to Senshi's story.

“His name, as Carl told me,” Senshi replied. “Was...Jebidiah!”

Det. Cade sat there glancing at Senshi as to let the stock car driver know to be more specific while his partner Det. Hoss remain standing in the Interrogation room arms folded and listening to the conversation.

Senshi cleared his throat and spoke to Det. Cade. “Jebidiah is the leader of the Holy Men, a group of priests and ministers with a mission to cease Calypso's reign of terror, his company, and his contest.”

In the adjacent room where Senshi is interrogated, Officer Michaels and Lucas glaced at one another as they heard the story via speakers.

“Do you follow any of this shit?” Michaels asked Lucas who is sitting clueless of the whole situation.

“From someone who murdered our boss?” Lucas questioned his partner. “I don't even think so! He can deny it all he wants once he gets to the part of his disappearance and when he broke into Calypso Industries but I can tell you once this is over, I'll be sending that punk to a nice, rat infested cell in Blackfield.”

“I don't even know how he got Carl Roberts involved in this. I wouldn't be surprised if he mentions Jaime too.”

“Who is Carl Roberts anyway?”

“Carl Roberts, as this guy said, once worked for the LAPD years ago with his sister Jaime. Before Calypso signed a deal with the mayor to own half of Los Angeles once his company's income skyrocketed, Carl joined the Twisted Metal competition in favor for the citizens of LA. Strangely, he disappeared for about a year after he won and his sister joined Twisted Metal the next following year. Strangely, she end up missing too but after a week, she ended up back in town with her brother.”

“What? How?”

Michaels sighed. “You want to know? Jaime and Carl told me and the rest of the station that they came back from...oh boy...they came back from outer space as Jaime customized her car with rocket thrusters and flew back to Earth with her brother in tow. They came back to the station with their story but all of us, including myself, and they were later discharged from service. Hell, they even try to arrest Calypso but without the lack of evidence to support their case led to them to lose their badges.”

“Just like how this asshole Senshi told the detectives. Right?”

“Exactly!”

Back in the Interrogation room, Senshi continues to explain more about meeting Jebidiah for the first time to the detectives.

“So...you meet this Jebidiah,” Det. Cade said to Senshi. “What part does he play in this?”

Feeling a bit tired but trying his best to stay awake, Senshi took another sip from his Pepsi and continued. “Like if I had any choice to either trust Carl Roberts or walk off empty handed, I had to follow him and he lead me to an abandoned church outside of town...”

Driving in his Death Warrant with Carl Roberts in tow, Senshi arrives at a two-floor, Vatican style catholic church with a bell tower at the far edge of Los Angeles. Outside of the brick layered building with stain glass windows were a group of priests with bibles having a conversation about something while some were walking around guarding the place. The whole entire parking lot were full of black hearses with flame designs and each having a casket inside of them. Senshi has heard of these vehicles as each of them are called Shadow. He remembered one of them competing in this year's contest as Senshi destroyed it in one of the events. He wondered if Jebidiah would forgive him for that. In front of the church in two reserved spaces were two different vehicles: a Chevorlet El Camino with stained glass windows and crucifixes and the other is a LAPD SUV with a gun turret and razor wire around the roof. The nicknames of these cars are Brimstone, driven by Jebidiah, and Outlaw, driven by the Roberts siblings.

Senshi parked Death Warrant in an empty spot in the parking lot and exited out of the vehicle with Carl Roberts doing the same. The two walked together towards the front door while the priests just somehow gave them odd stares. This somehow made Senshi a bit nervous as to what he could be expecting once he goes inside.

“Who are these guys?” Senshi asked Carl.

“They're the Holy Men.” Carl said. “They are Jebidiah's gan...er...group members on a quest to stop the destruction of Twisted Metal and Calypso. Originally, they worked for a mortician named Mortimer Schwarf who drove the lead Shadow car into the contest. Mortimer wanted revenge on Calypso by carrying some sort of 'special cargo' that was meant for him but Mortimer was not successful in doing so and was put to rest upon Jebidiah's words.”

“What was the 'special cargo?'”

“I wish I can tell you that but under Jebidiah's order, I'm not allowed to you that.”

“So...about the Holy Men, how did they end up with Jebidiah?”

“Mortimer and Jebidiah were more like brothers than just friends so they trust each other for the past 10 years since Twisted Metal first started. When Mortimer died, his last request was to have his Holy Men join alongside with Jebidiah and continue the mission. Every year when the Twisted Metal tournament commences, two members of the Holy Men take their Shadow car, compete, and somehow end up losing before they even reach the finals. Even though the Shadow's Coffin Bombs are powerful, it's still not enough to go up against eight other drivers. They just wish that their cars were powerful to stand up against a semi-truck, tow truck, a limo, and an RV.”

They approached the front door of the church and Carl opens it to let Senshi in. The interior of the church was a sight to behold as it was decorated with statues of angels, paintings of biblical figures, a huge cross in the middle where the podium is, a fountain of holy water, a confession booth, lighted candelabras, and a spiral staircase that leads to the second floor where the church choir can sing songs during morning masses. In the middle of the podium, there was an organ piano being played by a man dressed in catholic clothing and has a black parson hat. Accompanying him was a young woman with black hair, black lipstick, and wore an LAPD uniform. She turned her head away from the catholic dressed man and saw Carl and Senshi walking towards the podium. She greeted the two of them with a smile.

“Hi big brother!” The woman said.

“Hey, Jaime.” Carl responded. “I want you to meet someone. This here is Senshi Daniels, the current winner of Twisted Metal. Senshi, this here is Jaime Roberts, my sister.”

“How you doing?” Senshi greeted Jaime by extending his hand for a shake.

Jaime shook Senshi hands. “I'm good. So, you're this year's winner of Twisted Metal, huh?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because this man here has been waiting for you to show up and he sent Carl to bring you.”

She looks at the man playing the organ. “...Isn't that right, Jebidiah?”

The man, who happens to be Jebidiah, stops playing the organ and turns around to meet Senshi face to face. His appearance looks rather like an old man but he's really middle aged. He also wears red, UV protected glasses that Senshi can easily see his own reflection on them. He stood up from his chair that he used to sit and play the organ and picked up his bible from his side.

“Here in my church,” the religious man said. “They call me...The Preacher.”

He steps up to Senshi to get a good look at him. “You must be Senshi Daniels, yes?”

Senshi stood there with a look of concern on how this guy knows him. “Yes I am. How do you know my name?”

“My father...my lord and savior...had spoken to me about you. He had told me that you had been suffering in pain about your sister being taken away by Calypso. You have won the tournament but never got your wish from Calypso as you spoken...but that's a good thing, Mr. Daniels.”

“What are you talking? Calypso not granting my wish...a good thing?...Furthermore, how the hell do you know what I asked for to Calypso?”

“Because the reality is...if you did get what you wanted...you may not be here right now talking to me. You will be trapped in his Tower of Sin for all eternity!”

“What? What are you trying to prove?”

“...What did he say what Calypso was?” Det. Cade asked Senshi.

Before the stock car driver can anwer that question, he looks at a tired Det. Hoss and looks at the one-way mirror though couldn't tell if there's anyone at the other side with open ears to hear what Senshi had to say.

“Mr. Daniels!” Det. Cade said to get his attention. “I'll repeat the question again: what did Jebidiah said to you about Calypso?”

“He told me that...” Senshi said. “He is...”

“He is a beast!” The preacher yelled. “He is the devil from hell to collect human souls upon entering the tournament...but you, Senshi, are a very lucky person to not lose his contest.”

Hoping that the stock car driver can be a bit shocked or surprised about the identity of Calypso would've amused him, however, all the Preacher got from Senshi was a moment of silence and a stare from him as to tell him that he still does not follow.

“Let me tell you about the real story of Calypso, Senshi.” Preacher said. “So you can get a better understanding on what we're dealing with.”

“Go on!” Senshi said patiently.

“Calypso, or Willaim Sparks as his real name, used to be an ordinary man with a wife and a daughter named Krista Sparks.”

“Krista Sparks?!? The fashion model Krista Sparks?!?”

“Yes! Now pay attention, son! William Sparks had been going through misery and depression during the 90s that he tried to end his life in a miserable way. He took a job as a stunt man and tried to kill himself when doing scenes for several films but never became successful. When word spread out about his suicidal attempts, he was fired and was banned from the studio. After his firing, he was driving on his way back home when he fell asleep at the wheel and crashed head on to a brick wall of an abandoned skyscraper in the downtown district. He died instantly before medics arrived to help him. He spent two years in hell, until he escaped by outrunning a demon named Minion, who happens to rule hell and collect the souls of humans to feed his power. Until one day, Calypso wanted to strike a deal with with Minion on collecting souls for a chance to be resurrected back to life. The deal was that Calypso was to host a demolition derby, style tournament where the drivers get killed and the souls go to Minion. The ruler of hell agreed to the deal and gave him the ability to grant wishes...by giving him his gold ring.”

Senshi felt his eyes bulged out and his mouth wide opened. Though, he was at a lost of his words on what he has been told.

“Senshi, do you remember Calypso's trophy case?” The Preacher asked him.

“Umm...yes.” Senshi replied.

“Did Calypso tell you that they were collectibles?”

“Yes.”

“He...was lying to you. Those items inside of his trophy case belonged to the previous winners that died in his contest. He killed them all and took their souls to hell where Minion has kept them all for eternity!”

“Waitwaitwait!” Det. Hoss breaking his silence. “You're telling me after two hours of horse shit storytelling that this priest with a gang of freaks and two ex-LAPD officers is telling you that Mr. Sparks, the man you supposedly killed, is a demon from hell? I get that?!? That's your story?!?”

Senshi looks at Det. Hoss and was quite surprised he just spoke with a really deep, threating voice. “Like I said earlier, you wouldn't believe it but it's what I experienced.”

“Bullshit!”

“It ain't bullshit, detective! How would you feel if your boss exposed himself as a monster hosting a bloodbath contest where everyone dies and you guys don't do a damn thing about it?!?”

“I would've called a lawyer and a team of psychiatrists to haul your ass away to Blackfield where yo...”

Senshi pounds the table with both his hands that almost knocked his Pepsi bottle off. “YOU AIN'T TAKING ME NOWHERE!!! IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, YOU COULD'VE GONE TO THAT CHURCH AND ARRESTED THE PREACHER AND BRING HIM HERE WITH ME SO HE CAN SHOW YOU PROOF!”

“MR. DANIELS!” Det. Cade spoke. “PLEASE SIT AND CALM DOWN!”

“Not until you tell your partner to show me some respect!” Senshi stormed.

“Sit down, now! Please, just relax and continue on what you have to say.”

Senshi, calming down a bit, took another sip from his Pepsi and continued. “The Preacher told me about the gold ring that Calypso wore on his pinky finger...”

“That's the same ring I remembered from earlier.” Senshi said all surprised. “You mean that ring that he has has the ability to grant wishes?”

“Of course!” The preacher said. “When your sister, Stacey, wished to live in the south to raise horses and own a ranch, Calypso granted her that wish but turned on her and gave her something she did not expect.”

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever someone wins Twisted Metal, Calypso will grant the wish to the winner but whatever happens, the winner gets punished in a very dark way and their wish becomes corrupted.”

“So, you're saying if I asked for a $1 Million, he'll give it to me but then the next day, I find out that the money was counterfeit?”

“You...may say that.”

“So my sister is alive as Calypso told me but he never took me to go see her. Now, I feel as though I made a mistake of making that wish but what do I have to do to find her?”

“There is only one way: you have to steal Calypso's ring and grant a wish on it.”

“But I thought you said the ring was evil since it belonged to a demon?”

“Yes but there is a difference: the lord has told me that whomever posses the soul of a good heart will not be overwhelmed by the evil power inside the ring and he will be granted his wish as he suggested like finding your sister.”

“Then I'll do it! I'll do whatever it takes to get the ring and find her. If Calypso gets in my way, then I'll make a wish of him going back to hell where he belongs.”

The Preacher smiled upon hearing Senshi's statement. “My god was right about you. You are the one for the job to take down that monster. However, if you go tonight, you must take this.”

The religious man opens up his coat and pulls out silver, eight barrel revolver with a dragon design imprinted on each side.

“Take this, my son.” Jebidiah said to Senshi. “This is my gun with purified bullets that I had blessed upon the words of god. Use this on Calypso if he tries to hurt you. However, in order to kill the beast within, you must shoot him in the heart and in the eye. Two bullets and he will be vanquished forever.”

He hands Senshi the gun along with a small box containing eight more purified bullets. Senshi takes the gun and the small box places the gun inside his pants while the box goes to his left pocket. Both Carl and Jaime looked at each other and nodded in agreement. The Preacher took out a cross and held it in front of Senshi, giving him a prayer for good luck.

After the prayer, Carl decided to give Senshi one last piece of advice.

“Senshi,” Carl said. “I should let you know that Calypso Industries is having a Twisted Metal After Party tonight. This could be your chance to get the ring and get back at Calypso before it's too late.”

“Okay,” Senshi said. “How do I get in?”

“Come with me to the Outlaw.” Jaime said. “I got something for you.”

Senshi followed the young woman outside of the church to the Outlaw. She takes out her car keys and opens up the trunk door revealing some ammo boxes for the gun turret and a black foot locker. She takes out the foot locker, sets it on the ground, and opens it. Inside of it was a male LAPD uniform with shirt, pants, belt, badge, walkie-talkie, hat, and jacket that was once worn by her brother.

“Take these with you, Senshi.” Jaime said. “It will help you get inside the building since the party is requesting a lot of tight security. Whatever you do, don't blow your cover and don't show your badge to the fuzz. Just do it only to the security guards, alright?”

“You got it.” Senshi said. “I'll be on my way.”

“Good luck, Senshi.”

Senshi takes the uniform, goes to his Death Warrant, and drives off to downtown Los Angeles to Calyspo Industries.